Levitate (An Andy Leo x Dave Escamilla story)

Levitate - XVII

It's pretty amusing to me how teenagers somehow come to a silent agreement about sex. The simple nod of a head or wink, or even rubbing of an inner thigh meant it was time to go. Ready to fuck and ready to give a piece of yourself to your significant other. I didn't know why I hated sex, or even the thought of intimacy, but I had deeply hated the interactions for as long as I could remember. When I had lost my virginity to a female in seventh grade, I cried. As unmanly and pathetic as it was, I bawled and cried as soon as I had gotten home, so hard that I nearly had an asthma attack as a result. There was something I deeply hated about feeling another person's hands on my body, or the way they found the deepest enjoyment within the actions, yet I felt sick to my stomach and dirty. So incredibly filthy. Of course, I blamed the girl I slept with. It was her. Not me. Clearly, she wasn't a good fuck and I needed to eventually try again with someone else to get the satisfaction like everyone else had gotten. As time passed and I came to accept the fact that I enjoyed being with males equally, if not more, than females.. As a result, I figured being with a male would probably cure my disgust with sex. Boy, was I wrong. The first time I had sex with a boy, I was thirteen and he was eighteen. Due to the constant pressure he was badgering me with, I said yes, although waiting would've probably been better for myself. It felt terribly painful, and once again, I shed more than a couple tears after it was done. Once again, I felt violated and disgusted with not only him for pressuring my young self to be with someone who was an adult, but myself for actually giving in and allowing someone to take another piece of me, while moaning out his name for his pleasure more than my own.

Now, I laid covered in a thin layer of mine and David's sweat, tangled within his limbs and the fabric of the sleeping bag. Once again, I felt disgusted by what had just been done. I felt as though I was no longer the person I was only the day before. I let Dave in and I now wanted him out. I pulled myself from the tight embrace before quickly grabbing for the pair of boxers around my left ankle, sliding out of the bag, and grabbing at the jeans I had taken off the night before along with my socks and shoes, shivering and biting my bottom lip as I looked for my hoodie. With no success in finding my hoodie, I reached my hand back in the sleeping bag for the keys to the truck, hissing as my hands roamed skin that shouldn't have been touched by my hand, and sure as hell shouldn't have gotten the small smirks and noises in response. I continued to feel around until I felt the familiar cold metallic surface against my fingertips, quickly grabbing the keys and pulling them out before unlocking the vehicle and climbing inside, body racking with shivers as I tore open my backpack, gasping a sound of relief as I found the thick black hoodie I had packed before going to school only the day before.

I locked myself in the cab of the truck before curling into a tight ball in the passengers seat, too tired to pull myself back into the bed of the truck in time for David not to notice my absence.

Really fucked yourself again. Didn't you?

I rolled my eyes once more before huffing out a breath, closing my eyes with a loud yawn and yet another heavy sigh. I managed to get a decent fifteen minutes of rest before being brought back to the reality of me sleeping inside Dave's truck as he tapped on the glass of the window I was laying my head on.

"Open up!" He called, rubbing his arms as he hopped from foot to foot, jaw rattling rapidly as he shivered. I gave a nod as I began wiping my eyes, hitting the button on the door before offering a nod as he pulled on the handle of the opposite door.

"Cold?" I yawned, earning a slight scoff in response along with a nod.